"What's going on?" Confused, Haneul furrows her brow befuddled by the scene she had stumbled across after going to the shop, deciding to treat Sayako with her progress with her treat only to eye the man child that was Kane downing a jug of water hurling as shy streams of water descend down ooze out of his mouth joining the teas freely falling from beneath his shades. If their boss had saw them…urgh Han knew she shouldn't have left, sure Ed was in charge while she was away but that didn't mean they could control everything…
"Soundspark wouldn't drink water." Casually, Sayako shrugs leaning back in the prim plum seat by Kane's desk, a leopard prints one while his is purple with white stripes on the other hand Sayako has a seat with a mustard yellow base with black stripes upon it. Sayako gently pushes herself back on the seat spinning about as Kane practically drowns from the drink he chose to consume.
"...And?" Haneul arches a brow befuddled, alarmed almost at the sad state of the chaotic child why did he leave her here alone? What was she thinking? She could already imagine Katsumi's disappointment…
"And I asked them how fast they could chug an entire bottle." Simply, Sayako shrugs making Haneul sigh at the idiot, she knew boredom could eat away at Kane and when he's bored, he's suspectable to do the most stupidest of things. She knew Katsumi's absence had gotten to Kane, she knew how without Katsumi to keep him at bay or at the least here to assure him, his anxiety would make him do stupid things just to distract himself, just to cheer the others up even if it risked to harm him…
"16 OUNCES IN TEN SECONDS, BITCHES!" Boisterously, Kane announces animatedly as the crowd cheer alarming Haneul seeing said male on the top of the table on the cafeteria table, burping boisterously, heaving almost as he tosses the drink to the side. Smiling, the crowd cheer chorusing raising their hands in awe at Kane stretching his arms out taking it all in. Haneul scowls, glares, glowers at the group, her hues narrowing noting the fair few familiar faces roaring cackling at the grinning Kane making her chest constrict at the sight seeing some exchange money as a chalkboard shows tallies bets of sorts surprising her. She had been gone for what? An hour!? And they managed to do all this!?
"KANE!" Harshly, Haneul snaps sharply slamming her foot down on the ground as the music from the stereo seemingly stops all eyes turning towards the furious Firefly as a fair few fearful figures flee to their respective benches. This was another aspect that Haneul had hated to deal with, normally Katsumi could keep her workers to do their job or at the least keep things from going out of control but Kane…he just…
Surprised, Sayako watches Kane crumple almost as he bows his head, descending down from the table, hopping off it as the crowd disperse, one going to the left the other right seemingly like a sea or river of sorts as he bows his head heading to the fuming Firefly as the other workers murmur, mumble making their way back over to their respective desks, to do their tasks.
"Threads." Sternly, Firefly calls out to the girl perking up at the mention of her name, her chin once perched upon the top of the chair her legs over the side of the chair she leans forward on the back of.
"There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Soundspark way." Sternly, Firefly tells Sayako softly turning to her. She gestures to Kane, snippily, poison drips down her tense tired tone, looking done while Kane tenses up, rosses his arms over his chest cross glaring back at her.
"And I'm guessing that the wrong way?" Tiredly, Sayako sighs furrowing her brow at the odd, she could see the tension a mile off with the two not to mention the vending machine incident she had bene here only for a few days and already she was told of the Sirefly or Foundspark ship. She had seen the betting board for the two for quite a while…years even from the dust collecting on the board she was shown by Ed.
"Correct." Calmly, Firefly smiles softly pleased by Sayako's answer as Kane simply glares.
"Yes, but it's faster." Kane argues annoyed.
"Kane those people need to work the less we do the more paperwork Bombarda will come back to." Tiredly, Firefly reminds him.
"You always have to be right don't you?" Snippily, Kane grumbles glaring at her.
"Do you really want to argue right now?" Haneul places a hand on her hip.
"And what if I do?" Kane challenges lowering his shades showing said hues peering over form the top.
"Is this the example you want to set for Threads?" Tensely, she gestures to Sayako simply shrugging.
"…You're not even denying it." Kane hollowly heckles.
"Well maybe I wouldn't have to be right all the time if you didn't do such stupid things." Tiredly, Firefly huffs.
"You mean cheer up the others do you know how many have asked me i the boss is coming back?" Bitterly, Soundspark exclaims.
"Look she is coming back it's just taking a bit longer that's all…we have to have faith in her Kane." Firmly, Firefly reminds him.
"Whatever…I got work to do." Grumpily, Kane huffs turning on his heel beofre leaving storming off shoving his hands into his pockets. Haneul simply sighs softly pushing the cloud that had popped up from her head to the side seeing the water droplets descending down from her own troubled cloud into a empty bin nearby, leaving it there dismissing it as she soon turned to Sayako.
"Right then…how about we start training?" Smirking, Haneul offers smiling strained at the furrowed frown of Sayako softly sighing, nodding her head, a part of her disappointed that her break was over. She herself had lost the bet but nevertheless that wasn't the reason for why she was here, she was here to learn, she was here to get smarter, she was here to get stronger.
Farewell
To all the earthly remains
No burdens
No further debts to be paid
"Calmly, Sayako makes her way back to her dorm room, her earphones hum in her ears as she spots a fair few trying to head to their own respected dorms.
"So I've heard of mommy girls but what would you call a double daddies girl?" Surprised, Sayako snaps out of her drained daze when seeing the two before her.
"…Excuse you?" Sayako softly takes out her earphones.
"No wonder you're so weird, having two dads it's unnatural!" Mad, the man snaps at her.
"And having a mom and dad is?" Tiredly, she raises a brow at him.
"Yeah, mom stays at home to care and teach you about emotional maturity, putting a knife to that girl's neck you should have been arrested for that, you clearly weren't taught right." Snippily, the girl by his side joins in.
"And you think going up to someone and saying there are unnatural is okay?" Tiredly, Sayako quirks her head to the side her hues narrowing at them, trying to be civil at the least.
"Not my fault U.A hired some freak." The man huffs.
"The only reason you're here is your dad!" The girl points at her.
"…The only reason I'm here is because I went through the same exam as the rest of you but unlike you lot I passed." Pointedly, Sayako states scowling, holding in the urge to snap as she looks towards Vlad King watching on keeping a careful eyes as she clicks her tongue, tsking knowing this to be a test of some sort or at the least for herself if Vlad is standing by, though the people before her may have decided to do this she knew Vlad was watching on, seeing if she could keep composure…so…she did.
"No you didn't! What happens was that de to your double dad's connections you got in how else do you explain you still being in despite losing an arm!" An
"…" Silently, Sayako slams her eyes shut, slamming shut the floodgates threatening to freely fall from her as she strides past the group of general studies students.
"Hey where you going freak!?" Furious, the girl by the man's side shouts.
"…" Silently, Sayako shoves her hands into her pockets, turning up the music internally counting, remembering her therapist's words…
"That's right run! Run like the freak you are!" Angrily, the voice yells as Sayako continues on heading to her dorm….
"In that case we should go with a hard on the floor club song it would be like a rave meets rock show as for dance music ADM would be most likely be the most popular but you guys want to play instruments right? Anyone play bass or drums?" Jiro asks as her earlobes move about.
"…" Silently, everyone stares.
"Well I'd say drums are the backbone of any band I'd take on the responsibility but honestly I main the guitar not the percussion. Teaching a beginner an instrument while practicing myself would be impossible in one month." Jiro continues on regardless.
"Oh that can be sorted." Sayako smirks as she enters the dorm room.
"Sayako?" Surprised, Jiro raises a brow at her.
"Wait do you know how to play?" Perplexed, Mezo asks.
"No but Bakugo go does." Dubiously, Sayako smirks smugly.
"H-How-" Bakugo turns to glare glower at the smirking Sayako.
"Soundspark told me." Sayako shrugs smirking.
"Wait…Soundspark taught you the Soundspark the podcast king taught you!?" Sero says shocked alarming Bakugo.
"Tch…" Bakugo clicks his tongue turning his head away angry.
"How the heck do you even know that legend!?" Giddily, Denki asks Bakugo as Bakugo crosses his arms over his chest cross.
"You son of a…" Annoyed, Bakugo growls glaring at the smirking Sayako.
"Yeah didn't you also mention your parents made you take music classes when you were younger?" Dubiously, Denki smirks smugly at Bakugo.
"Really!?" Merrily, Mina gasps giddily.
"Awesome you gotta show us what you got!" Sero insists.
"In your dreams moron." Bakugo scoffs.
"Right I bet the drums are too hard for ya!" Smirking, Sero taunts drum sticks in hand as next he knew Bakugo snatched the sticks slamming them down upon the drums as he performed said drums for the group gawking at his skill as he stares challengingly at the group.
"Well…that answers that." Pleased, Sayako smirks smugly at the grumbling glaring mess of Bakugo before she herself heads to bed, far too tired to deal with any of the concert.
"Oi Kazuma!" Scowling, Shinso approaches the boy as the morning sun shimmers shine above as everyone heads to class for the day, his hues narrowing noting the general group around a certain locker…
"Eh? Oh Shinso hey what's…" Happily, he turns to Shinso only to squeak slightly from the ice cold glare Shinso gives Kazuma.
"The hell are you playing at?" Angrily, Shinso snarls scowling at him.
"W-W-What do you mean?" Meekly, Kazuma smiles strained at the taller male easily towering over him.
"Leave Sachiko alone." Agitated, Shinso snaps.
"The queer kid why?" Confused, Kazuma questions.
"Cause I said so." Snippily, he states.
"Come on Shinso doesn't it piss you off? You've worked into getting into the hero course for ages and this girl whose done nothing but cause problems for that group finally gets her comeuppance!" Confidently, Kazuma argues he had seen how hard his classmate had worked to get into the hero course and to see someone so arrogant, so boastful, so rude be given special treatment just for having two daddies one of who is a famous hero was frustrating to say the least.
"Her…comeuppance?" Shinso's lilac hue twitches tiredly from his words.
"Yeah she lost her arm and they still offered her a place, they should have just left her alone I mean she can't fight as good as she did in the festival not with that gaudy gauntlet of hers…" Haughtily, he snickers sharing the same sicker as the girl by his side as Shinso breathes through his nose, composing himself.
"And how do you know that? I'm sure she could kick your ass." Confidently, Shinso states the fact firmly having seen his fair share of fights of Sayako slaughtering the sods deciding to mock him often ending with him holding her back, saying to calm down kitten to her manging to ease her nerves, often ending with him and her cuddling somewhere with her grumbling and him simply patting her back, a part of him touched at her protective nature while another aspect felt shamed she had to fight for him constantly…
"Hey, hey what's with the attitude?" Annoyed, Kazuma demands from Shinso.
"I could say the same to you. I really hate people who do petty things and you're frustrating me to no end. Listen to me leave Sachiko alone, she's worked hard to get where she is got it? You have no clue the shit she's been through to get to where she is now. That girl tries hard every single day and does her best, and she does a damn good job at that. If I hear you bad mouth her again or bother her I will report you to Mr Aizawa for your behaviour got it?" Intensely, Shinso snaps scowling scaring his fellow classmate shaking at the sheer intensity of Shinso's ice-cold glare, never having seen the stoic silent laid-back male act so mad, act so furious, act so enraged…
"G-Got it." Shaken, Kazuma whimpers weakly before fleeing tears freely fall from his hues.
"Good." Shinso scowls staring at the fleeting figure of Kazuma before turning towards the locker, his hues narrow as he opens it seeing said pins within making his blood boil, bubble burn as he takes them out, scooping said nails off ignoring the sharp sting of the pricks penetrating his fingertips.
"Shinso." Softly, his friend calls out concern clear on her furrowed features…
"If anyone hurts her…" Scowling, Shinso glares at the locker brow furrowed firmly placing his fist into it, bowing his head, his head touching the locket, he had seen it all during his training with Aizawa as he was about to intervene, Aizawa had stopped him and he…he froze. He knew it best to listen to his teacher even if it hurt him watching on so helpless as Sayako was berated…Sayako had always protected him from bullies and here was his chance to pay her back, to prove he was strong, to prove he wouldn't be left behind, to prove…
Shinso sighs shakily, shoving his hands into his pockets before storming off surprising the others as he goes out to train, to prepare for the trial ahead and to clear his head…
I'll endure the exile
The darkness of night falls around my soul
And the hunter within loses control
Gotta let it out, gotta let it out
Gotta let it out, gotta let it out
This demon inside has a hold of me
Quietly, Sayako stands in the kitchen dorm as the others go about their plan for the cultural festival while she herself packs for her training day. She takes out from the cabinet the plastic timetable of sorts with the colourful lids taking out the pills for today and popping them into her mouth with the aid of a water bottle. Still she had to make sure she remembered to fill the tray in once it was empty, she remembered last week when she forgot, to her surprise the tray had been filled when she swore he puts the tray back just as she feels a soft poke from behind making her turn to Jiro, she takes out one of her earphones turning to her.
"Do you think you could use your threads could hold Aoyama up we're thinking of using him as a disco ball?" Casually, Jiro asks her.
"I don't see why not…I'm surprise you're not using Sero." Sayako remarks.
"We thought we would but it would be easier and more precise with your threads plus it wouldn't be as noticeable we also don't know if Sero could lift Aoyama up considering his armour…" Jiro confesses.
"Yeah I'd be happy to say how are things coming along?" Curious, Sayako asks as she leans against the counter.
"Good…good." Jiro nods her head in understanding.
"You nervous?" Sayako quirks her head to the side softly concern clear on her furrowed features.
"I can't believe you ratted me out like that." Jiro huffs playfully glaring at her.
"Jiro we've been over this you have talent stop saying you don't." Sayako sighs shaking her head at her.
"But it's just a hobby." Jiro glances to the side sadly.
"As is Mina's and Sero's." Sternly, Sayako reminds her.
"Mina helps when it comes to her fighting as does Sero's with his quirk what does music do?" Jiro argues annoyed.
"You have seen president Mic right? Heck Soundspark." Sayako points out.
"Yeah but they don't I mean…" Jiro attempts to explain but…
"Look if it's anything music helps thousands of people through things whether it be grief or something music helped me a lot when I lost my arm." Honestly, Sayako confesses to Jiro her hues widening when hearing her words.
"It did?" Touched, Jiro whispers weakly.
"Oh yeah I remember curling up into a bathtub just listening to break your kneecaps. Look Jiro music is a powerful thing doesn't put yourself down like that okay?" Sayako smirks strained shaking her head at the memory feeling a tad bit embarrassed as she places her hands on her shoulder.
"Okaay…" Jiro says softly.
"Now if you excuse me I got a training day." Smirking, she pats her shoulder.
"Oh yeah how is that going?" Jiro asks intrigued.
"It's uh going well my main focus is trying to get used to close combat." Casually, Sayako scratches the back of her neck.
"Weren't you okay with it before?" Befuddled, Jiro furrows her brow.
"Yeah but more on momentum that was my fighting style but ith this guy I got to make some changes." Calmly, she sighs softly.
"…You're really amazing you know that right?" Jiro says.
"Look all I'm doing is trying to catch up to you guys. I will help if I can but…" Sayako sighs raising her hand up in the air.
"I know. Good luck with your things." Jiro tells Sayako.
"You too." Sayako nods back before leaving, heading off…
Clenching its power, trying to break free
Gotta let it out, gotta let it out
Gotta let it out, gotta let it out
Move fast baby, don't be slow
Step aside, reload, time to go
I can't seem to control
"Hey isn't that…?" The general studies girl's brow furrows from the sight of the familiar blonde heading to the entrance as they prepare the haunted house just as Shinso prepares to break the wood in his hands.
"Sayako!" Shinso stands up brow furrowing calling out to her needing to talk to her but…
"She doesn't seem to be able to hear you." The girl by his side points out.
"Dammit Sai…" Sighing, Shinso stands about to chase after her, noting her earpods before faltering from the giddy blonde calling out to Sayako making him stop faltering furrowing his brow tensing up at the blonde wrapping his arms around her bringing her into a happy hug.
All this rage that's inside me
Red hot temper, I just can't resist
All this vengeance inside me
All of these thoughts runnin' through my head…
"Sayako!" Sayako perks up at the blonde waving her over.
"Hm? Mirio!" Sayako smiles softly at the sight of the blonde.
"Sayako hey!" Merrily, Mirio calls out to her.
"How are you?" Sayako asks him.
"I'm doing great how about you?" Mirio queries.
"Eh I'm getting there." Tentatively, she shrugs sheepishly.
"Hey cool arm." Mirio compliments her arm.
"Heh thanks how are you?" Shyly, Sayako holds her arm.
"Eh getting there like you said. I've been training nonstop since my quirk was taken, Bubblegirl and some of the U.A staff here have been helping." Happily, Miro gestures to the school.
"That's great." Sayako smiles at him.
"What about you?" Mirio quirks his head to the side smiling.
"I'm actually on my way to train." Sayako tells Mirio only to falter furrowing his brow by the long haired girl squeakily sliding behind Mirio's leg. Mirio looks down taking note of the girl Sayako spots.
"Oh this is Eri, Eri this is my friend Sayako she may seem scary at first but she has a heart of gold deep down." Dutifully, Mirio kneels down placing his hand on her shoulder smiling.
"B-Bombi…" Shyly, the girl peers out from his leg, her ruby reds widening when seeing Sayako's arm.
"Hm?" Humming, Sayako raises a brow by it.
"Y-Your arm i-it's like Bombi's…" Eri takes a brave step towards Sayako.
"Bombi?" Befuddled, Sayako turns to furrow his brow at Aizawa for an answer but…
"Oh you mean Bombarda right Eri? Bombarda is Eri's favourite hero." Happily, Mirio joins in.
"Is that right? She's mine too." Sayako kneels down smiling softly at Eri.
"R-Really?" Eri whispers weakly.
"Yeah, she's super cool right?" Sayako smirks seeing her scarlets shimmer slightly.
"S-Super cool!" Eagerly, Eri nods her head.
"Hey Eri want to know a secret?" Smiling, Sayako winks.
"W-What?" Eri stutters softly.
"I'm going over to Bombarda's agency to train." Sayako tells her.
"B-Bombi's agency!?" Amazed, Eri gasps giddily.
"Yep. You got to keep that a secret okay?" Smirking, Sayako places her forefinger to her lips.
"O-Okay! D-Do you want to know a secret?" Smiling, Eri asks.
"What's that?" Sayako ponders puzzled.
"Bombi's coming to the festival." Eri whispers back on her tippy toes leaning in.
"Is she now?" Sayako raises a brow bemused.
"Y-Yeah we're waiting for her!" Happily, Eri exclaims.
"Wow…" Sayako smiles softly.
"Hey Sayako come on!" The voice calls out after the harsh honk causes Eri to flinch briefly by it beofre being held by Mirio. The three turn to Soundspark in his car as Sayako grimaces staring at the leopard print car.
"Ah I better go I hope to see you at the festival Eri." Politely, Eri waves the girl off turning to leave.
"Y-You too!" Eri calls out watching on as Sayako leaves, heading off to train.
"So who's ready for today's training from hell?" Happily, Kane asks Sayako who eyes the plush leather stripped seats of purple and blue.
"So Bombarda's out." Sayako leans over gently prodding poking the beady dice balls hanging up.
"Ah yeah she just left." Kane's grip tightens around the fuzzy wheel of his car.
"You must be happy." Sayako leans back noting the numerous CD's shoved to the side shelves of the car doors.
"Yep good to see she's back on her feet." Kane gently taps the wheel smiling strained.
"You talked to her?" Sayako raises a brow noting the cheery scented air fresher dangling alongside the dice.
"A bit, Bombarda tends to keep things to herself you know?" Kane smiles strained tapping against the fluffy wheel.
"Yeah still it must be frustrating." Sayako remarks.
"It can be especially if you feel as if both your best friends don't trust you with anything and hide shit from you for no reason." Scowling, Kane's grip tightens around the wheel.
"…Oookkkay." Sayako leans back against the prim plushie seats.
"Sorry, sorry just been stressed recently…" Apologetic, Kane sighs sadly.
"You mean with Bombarda's injury…." Sayako gathers making Kane grimace.
"Does everyone know?" Kane whines.
"Well no one knows what it was but people say its pretty big." Sayako shrugs.
"…It was but…she's better now. She has to be." Kane mutters mainly to himself firmly focused on the task at hand.
"…You know what might cheer you up?" Sayako smirk as they enter the car park.
"What's that?" Kane asks.
"The cultural festival. My friend Jiro you remember her is singing." Smirking, Sayako responds.
"She is? Heh maybe I should go." Kane scratches his cheek thoughtfully.
"I'm sure she'd appreciate that." Sayako smirks.
"Ah…I remember my cultural festival." Fondly, Soundspark smiles.
"What was it?" Sayako asks intrigued.
"Well personally I wanted a maid café course Han and Kat weren't having it heh….now that it matters now, come on let's get going to your training hell!" Happily, Kane dictates determined as Sayako simply nods her head as the two head off towards their training ground.
Struggling, Sayako firmly focuses on the task at hand, sweat sliding down her tense temple as she tries to avoid the swift strikes of Haneul, cursing at the sense of weight holding her down as her once nimble dodges that she could do so easily falter from the weight behind her. Cursing, she hisses at the sharp swift jabs sent her way bringing a sickly sense of nostalgia a part of her pondering as she is hit if this is what it was like being on the receiving end of her fights. Finally, she is firmly thrown back by the swift strike of Haneul's leg as she is thrown back making her gasp at the hit she had thought she could avoid as she is flung back from the martial arts of Haneul as next she knew….
"Focus!" Firmly,, Haneul calls out as she aims her staff at Sayako scowling crouched down as the burst of gust hits her making her wince while Haneul watches on. Her staff swiftly delivers said gust as she is thrown back further from the hero before swiftly slamming her palm down upon the ground, small stitch-like marks flashing shooting down to the ground holding her down, holding her at bay before the gust goliath blasting at her.
Haneul's hues widen when seeing the girl not hit the wall as said girl grits her teeth tighter, brow furrowing, this blast couldn't last forever so long as she held out she could make use of this technique of hers, her hues narrow noting the small leak of emptiness as her hair is blown back acting as if she were before a gigantic fan of sorts but even then…she could see a small pathway of sorts form as next she knew…
"Release…" She whispers lowly feeling said stitches recoil back. She lunges forward towards the eye of the storm of sorts before Haneul's whose hues expand. Sayako reels her fierce fist of a gauntlet back ready for the heavy hit to land only then for her hues to widen when…
"What did you do?" Determined, Haneul snaps blocking said fist with her staff before hitting her to the ground, swiftly slamming her staff into Sayako's back making her groan from the fierce force of her body hitting the ground alongside the staff swiftly stabbing into her back, pinning her down to the ground.
"It's a new technique I taught myself I spread my fibres into the ground below to stop me from getting blown away and stuff…" Scowling, Sayako huffs heavily, panting, sweat sliding down her tone ignoring the sharp sting searing sensation of her leg aching burning from the strenuous exercises. She grimaces at the main throbbing sensation from the heavy weight of her gauntlet feeling as if it were a bunch of dungballs holding her down from the burning searing sensation flowing through her throbbing arm. She couldn't do much with this weight she still had to adjust to…
"Is it just you, you can do it to yourself or…" Haneul huffs softly plopping herself down on the floor, taking out the bottle attached to her hip sipping it offering it to Sayako after letting her go.
"I don't really know I had the idea a while ago but didn't know if it would work since this is made of metal you know…" Sayako shrugs brow furrowed not quite sure, it wasn't much of a technique everything else had offensive techniques. But hers wasn't exactly like a super move it was mainly to keep her safe not others so she couldn't really call it a super move, it wasn't as flashy as the others…
"True but that doesn't mean you couldn't put fabric over to stitch it." Haneul points out making Sayako furrow her brow at the thought.
"True." Humming, she nods her head at the thought internally making a note of consideration in her head at the thought.
"This could be useful when it came to critically injured people you could those bleeding out…or you could even paralyse someone by sewing them to the ground or help people not be thrown back from a blast." Honestly, Haneul offers as Sayako's greens narrow not having taken that into account.
"True but with fabric doesn't that seem dirty?" Sayako squirms slightly at the thought furrowing her brow.
"You do know how ligatures were made right?" Haneul raises a brow bemused.
"True I guess…" Unsure, Sayako shrugs sheepish.
"Look your quirk doesn't need to be flashy I know a lot of people seek that some agencies do too but here with Bombarda she looks for usefulness not flashiness, she looks for those that could be of use." Haneul states the fact firmly, she knew her boss well she wasn't one who judged a quirk based on its flashiness, perhaps it was due to her having her own flashy quirk that she knew the issues of having such a powerful quirk that made her seek more useful quirks for her agency.
"Y-You serious?" Surprised, Sayako raises a brow.
"Of course." Confidently, Haneul states the fact firmly.
"Huh… I just got to keep training then." Sayako sighs softly eyeing her gauntlet, her brow furrowing from it, it was both a boom and a curse if she considered it a curse for weighing her down and having to change her fighting style drastically to what it once was. She was once a flight fighter if that made sense once that could give out light strikes and wear them down over time. But now she could barely handle a minute in the fight without feeling the pain of the gauntlet hold her down, heck after a fight her whole body was on firing, burning from the strain of said limb.
"You know if you want, I'm sure Bombarda could have some of her guys take a look at that arm of yours." Haneul remarks.
"You think so?" Hopeful, Sayako asks not that she wasn't appreciative of the arm U.A gave her but…
"I don't see why not…" Haneul shrugs before swiftly slapping Sayako's shoulder making her hiss curling forward slightly.
"Now…again!" Haneul gets into position as Sayako sighs slowly standing up ready to continue training…
